Lyrics Willie Burke Sherwood - Killer Mike
No
matter
how
good
a
woman
is,
she
still
can't
really
teach
him
to
be
no
man
or
daddy
Used
to
walk
around
with
a
head
full
of
naps
Chubby
young
kid
with
a
head
full
of
raps
Doing
what
he
can,
just
trying
to
adapt
Jumped
to
the
block
off
of
grandma's
lap
Jumped
to
the
block,
so
did
every
emcee
But
gotta
tell
the
truth,
yeah,
the
block
wasn't
me
Lookin'
for
adventure,
but
the
block
was
not
The
block
was
real,
Woo
got
killed
Half
a
year
later,
Big
Spank
got
killed
And
I
got
robbed,
and
Ronnie
got
shot
And
I
bought
my
first
tape
by
2Pac
And
I
got
hard,
'cause
I
was
smart
I
knew
that
the
weak
and
the
meek
couldn't
make
it
in
the
street
Had
to
assert
yourself
to
survive
So
I
convinced
myself
it
was
better
for
me
To
be
Jack
in
the
Lord
of
the
Flies
It's
a
book
I
read,
books
I
read
'Cause
I'm
addicted
to
literature
As
a
young
boy
rollin'
'round
with
the
clique
'Cause
of
that
I
was
insecure
I
was
insecure
cause
I
realized
Ain't
no
room
for
the
civilized
When
the
wild
men
rumble
in
the
jungle
And
that's
why
Simon
and
Piggy
died
Ralph
survives,
but
he
lives
changed
Nothin's
the
same,
shit'll
drive
a
man
out
his
brain
Drive
a
young
man
insane
My
cousin
Jimmy
had
a
breakdown
he
ain't
never
been
the
same
And
he
never
will
be
again
If
I
could
fix
his
brain
Take
back
the
crack
in
his
mind
Give
it
all
back,
you
can
have
the
racks
and
fame
I'd
give
it
all
back
in
exchange
This
is
for
the
dads
and
the
grandads
And
the
little
homies
that
ain't
never
had
dads
This
is
for
the
uncles
and
the
OGs
And
the
lil
homies,
and
the
YGs
This
is
for
the
men
I
look
up
to
And
all
the
struggles
that
the
men
had
to
go
through
For
every
man
that's
ever
had
to
man
up
If
that's
you,
let
me
see
you
put
your
hands
up
I
lost
my
youth,
chasin'
my
youth
Made
me
a
youth
in
the
back
of
a
coupe
Teenage
love,
like
Slick
Rick
said
I
hit
her
with
my
Dougie
and
I
had
a
gold
tooth
Fur
Kangol,
Filas
too
She
was
light-skinned
red
gold
tooth
But
of
course
it
didn't
last
cause
I
had
to
go
to
college
And
she
was
still
in
high
school
Damn,
I'm
a
dad,
this
is
bad
This
ain't
good,
my
baby's
in
the
hood
And
I'm
walkin'
'round
the
black
ivy
league
campus
Like
I
wish
you
house
niggas
would
So
I
go
get
a
job,
UPS
Where
they
treat
you
like
BS
and
You
all
know
how
the
story
goes
Drop
out
of
college
and
sell
'ses
I
figured
I'd
invest
in
studio
time
Drop
rhymes,
have
success
But,
mostly
I
got
fronted
on,
stunted
on
Nigga
dealt
with
some
stress
I'll
take
that
two,
take
that
three
'Cause
my
momma
got
to
see
me
on
TV
And
my
grandmomma
got
to
get
her
Grammy
And
my
grandaddy
got
to
see
his
boy
eat
See
his
boy
grow,
I
wish
I
never
had
that
show
I
wish
you
never
had
to
go
Wish
you
could
meet
my
wife,
wish
you
could
see
my
life
But
you
had
to
see
the
light
Wish
I
had
you
one
more
day
Wish
I
had
tomorrow
that's
your
birthday
We
can
sip
gin,
straight
get
fade
We
can
ride
old
schools
through
the
trey
This
is
for
the
dads
and
the
grandads
And
the
little
homies
that
ain't
never
had
dads
This
is
for
the
uncles
and
the
OGs
And
the
lil
homies,
and
the
YGs
This
is
for
the
men
I
look
up
to
And
all
the
struggles
that
the
men
had
to
go
through
For
every
man
that's
ever
had
to
man
up
If
that's
you,
let
me
see
you
put
your
hands
up
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